Mu Yan looked at him, sobbing, her red eyes glaring at him, her face streaked with tears, indicating she had cried for a long time.
It always seemed like the person in front of her had become so unfamiliar, as if she never really understood him.
The more she thought about it, the more upset she felt.
Jiang Jingheng looked at her helplessly, "There is no mistress, it's only you."
He raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corner of her eyes. Watching her cry, his heart seemed to break as well.
"I don't believe you." Mu Yan sniffed and swatted his hand away, "There's no smoke without fire; you must have done something wrong."
"Then tell me, what wrong did I do?" Jiang Jingheng asked.
"You know it yourself, and you still ask me?" Mu Yan glared at him.
How could he be so detestable, still trying to hide it from her?
"I truly don't know, that's why I'm asking you."
Mu Yan felt she couldn't continue talking to him. At this point, does he still not want to come clean?
